The handsome visage belonging to that Elf King appeared less and less, while the image of the human boy appeared more.
He gently extended his hand, and even without any substantial movement, Shiayar felt the distance between him and the other shrink in an instant.
"Just now, the illusion you crafted was quite intriguing."
"Although it seemed to be a spontaneous fantasy, something in the realm of the illusory, it blurred the line between reality and illusion for a moment, influencing reality with ethereal imagination and intent."
"Is this what magic is?"
Shiayar nodded: "Of course."
"Bending reality, reshaping nature."
"Such a magnificent human spectacle is the essence of magic, blurring the boundary between reality and falsehood, manifesting fantasies as reality."
"A very interesting path."
The silhouette on the throne did not conceal its admiration in the slightest.
